There was a 13 year old girl, she was just sitting an staring off in to space.
She had just learned the pains of having a boyfriend then had been hurt by the pain of breaking up.
All her friends tried to talk to her, but whenever they tried she just said, uh...i gotta...do something...uh later.
Every time she saw her ex she ran the other way.
When every she tried to hide in the bath room so she could just cry, alone, someone would always find her and ask her questions she just didn't want to answer.
Every time she came home the same thing happened...over an over again. Her Mom would say "Why are you home so early?!" Then Her Father would "Just go do your homework, I'm trying to do the bills. So give me peace will ya?!" She would go to her room, and sit for a while...then just sigh and start on her pile of homework. Her Mom would put her dinner on a tray, bring it up then sit it on the bed an say "Here's your dinner, lights out at 11"
By the time the girl got her homework done it was already 2 in the morning. She only got to sleep for 3 hours before the bus would come.
Then she would just drag herself out of bed, an her whole day would just repeat over an over again.
By the time Summer came the girl had no friends anymore just because she had been deemed.
"Loner Girl"
all the girl did each day was sitting staring out the window and wondering, "Will life get better, or will it just get worse?"
As the girl's year went on she just seemed more an more helpless and lost.
By the time she turned 15,she had no friends. Not because she wasn't a nice and caring person,because she was,she didn't have any friends because she was deemed
"Loner Girl".
When she finally turned 18, and finished High School all she knew was, dislike and the way to avoid teasers.
She never went to Collage.
After she turned 29 the hope started to go out of her heart,
Then she turned 34 an love started to go out of her soul.
Then she turned 40, and there was nothing but sadness left... all hope and love and happiness had left her Mind and Soul.
By the time she turned 47, she was always depressed and sad.
Then she turned 50, she had nothing left, she lived alone and never had any joys in her life.
Any hope that had been left had been crushed.
So, by the timed she turned 60 she wrote her will.
Then when she turned 78...
She died.
The cruel part is,
her name was... "Hope"
End
She had just learned the pains of having a boyfriend then had been hurt by the pain of breaking up.
All her friends tried to talk to her, but whenever they tried she just said, uh...i gotta...do something...uh later.
Every time she saw her ex she ran the other way.
When every she tried to hide in the bath room so she could just cry, alone, someone would always find her and ask her questions she just didn't want to answer.
Every time she came home the same thing happened...over an over again. Her Mom would say "Why are you home so early?!" Then Her Father would "Just go do your homework, I'm trying to do the bills. So give me peace will ya?!" She would go to her room, and sit for a while...then just sigh and start on her pile of homework. Her Mom would put her dinner on a tray, bring it up then sit it on the bed an say "Here's your dinner, lights out at 11"
By the time the girl got her homework done it was already 2 in the morning. She only got to sleep for 3 hours before the bus would come.
Then she would just drag herself out of bed, an her whole day would just repeat over an over again.
By the time Summer came the girl had no friends anymore just because she had been deemed.
"Loner Girl"
all the girl did each day was sitting staring out the window and wondering, "Will life get better, or will it just get worse?"
As the girl's year went on she just seemed more an more helpless and lost.
By the time she turned 15,she had no friends. Not because she wasn't a nice and caring person,because she was,she didn't have any friends because she was deemed
"Loner Girl".
When she finally turned 18, and finished High School all she knew was, dislike and the way to avoid teasers.
She never went to Collage.
After she turned 29 the hope started to go out of her heart,
Then she turned 34 an love started to go out of her soul.
Then she turned 40, and there was nothing but sadness left... all hope and love and happiness had left her Mind and Soul.
By the time she turned 47, she was always depressed and sad.
Then she turned 50, she had nothing left, she lived alone and never had any joys in her life.
Any hope that had been left had been crushed.
So, by the timed she turned 60 she wrote her will.
Then when she turned 78...
She died.
The cruel part is,
her name was... "Hope"
End
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A random piece that pops out all of a sudden .
Ngek. This is not even sad =-=
Stupid English writing of mine ><
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